[Closed] Is That Blood on the Dance Floor?

[batburgers]

WHO: Jason Todd and The Midnighter
WHERE: Maurtia Falls club
WHEN: September 28th late night
WHAT: monthly bar crawl could turn into more
WARNINGS: Language, potential violence, possible musical numbers while fighting


[Jason has had enough of dealing with family and faking with his new public persona. He doesn't want to be Jason Todd-Wayne or think about the fractured family he's somehow stuck with. So of course he's going drinking and the only person that comes to mind he'd want to bring with is Midnighter. He drops a message to him with the address and a general time, because he found one of the grungiest clubs he could in town to for them to start the night off with. Thankfully his hair is a normal black right now, but who knows how long that will last.

He had two beers sitting at the table waiting for when M gets there.]

Can't go wrong with a place that smells this bad, right?

Comments

[heliophilic]

[M had been more than willing to take a break from his busy schedule of breaking skulls to hang out with a guy who is a skull breaking magnet, and so agrees almost immediately when Jason invites him out.

He slips into a chair across Jason, accepting the beer with the bottle raised in his direction.]

The classiest places have the most interesting patrons. [He takes a sip.] How's it going, red?

[batburgers]

[Jason takes a swig of his own beer, leaning back in his chair.]

Going is about as good as it's getting right now. Remember when things were simpler around here?

[heliophilic]

You mean before all of Gotham showed up after you?

[batburgers]

Something like that. [Another swig right there because he just got called out. What happened to your brogue-mance, M? Why do you have to go for his throat like that. He has plenty of reasons to be annoyed by all of this.]

It's not even from our Gotham. How many alternate Gothams are there?

[heliophilic]

[Wow, here he thought he was having a friendly, albeit playful conversation. He wasn't intending to go for blood.

Blame the fight computer.]

There's at least 4 that I can tell. Scarecrow's from a separate Gotham from the rest of you, Dickie was from a different one than that, and we seem to be from a different one from the rest of the clowns.

Oh, the world Iris is from has a Gotham too. So 5.

[batburgers]

Ugh. [Jason drinks back a lot of his beer very quickly. He was smart enough to eat before coming because lightweight is a lightweight. He lets the bottle clink as it sets back onto the table.]

Six. The new Dickface and Tiny Tim come a different world from the one Barbs is from. That gives us six. Why is this a thing?

[heliophilic]

Because they want to make your life, specifically, as difficult as possible.

[M finally takes a sip of his own beer, while motioning for the bartender to bring Jason another beer.]

[batburgers]

And normally your jokes are so hilarious. [Is there a bit of a paler, bluer tint to the inky black hair in front of Jason's face? Maybe. He runs a hand through his hair and it fades, not that he even notices.]

Okay, I'm done with this. We need to do something fun. [And M knows exactly what Jason's brand of fun is.]

[heliophilic]

[M arches an eyebrow at his companion's hair definitely turning colors, but doesn't say anything, instead acting the part of his wounded pride.]

And here I thought mocking you while you got drunk was fun.

[Still, he stands up. Far be it from him to stop some fun.]

[batburgers]

[It's annoying M, but Jason is learning to live with it and use it to his advantage. And his brand of fun is right over there as the scuffed up, single pool table in the building. There are two guys over there already standing over it. They look burly and weathered, but not too intoxicated. Angry if the rough way they are handling the sticks are a tell. Definitely not friendly.]

We should go challenge the two nice men over there to a game.

[heliophilic]

[M follows his glance over to the pool table, and his eyes almost light up. That was fun too.]

You do know how to treat a man to a good time, Jason.

[That's a yes, by the way.]

[batburgers]

Perfect.

[Jason smirks. He goes over to the bartender and asks about the table. Guess it's a whoever gets it gets it kind of deal, no sign up sheet. You want it, you have to get it from whoever is using it. That's fine for them. He gives M a look before heading toward the table.]

You look like you were finishing up.

[Oh look, they're surprised someone is talking to them. Like he should be scared of them.]

[heliophilic]

[M lets Jason do his thing. It's his night for fun, after all. He slips in behind Mr. Tough Guy and places a seductive hand on his shoulder.]

Please, mister~

[batburgers]

What the hell? [The guy looks between the two of them, that little hint in the tension in his body that he's more intimidated that he wants to know--maybe he has some brain cells in there that are giving him a warning--but then he straightens up and jerks his shoulder away from Midnighter.]

Get the fuck outta here you maggots, we're done when we say we're done.

[Jason just smirks because this is exactly the reaction he was hoping for.]

Name calling already? And here we were just hoping for a game. I bet him a grand he couldn't sink 5 in a row. [Jason nodded his head toward M.] Can't win a bet if we don't have a table...

But I guess I could bet you the grand instead?

[heliophilic]

I do love a man who knows his way around a big, long stick.

[Look, let a man have some fun.]

Show me what you've got?